Don't Ask Where People Go After Time Travel

Chapter 1827 Perfection
"I broke my promise." Fang Zilan said this out of the blue, leaving Lin Jian completely confused. He couldn't help but ask, "Broken your promise in what way?"

"The ten-year promise I made to you." Fang Zilan took a deep breath and said, "I failed to help you get rid of Prince Rong'an; I broke my promise."

“But…” Lin Jian opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Fang Zilan said, “So, you don’t have to keep your promise.”

Lin Jian was stunned for a moment. Something was about to burst out in his heart, but he hesitated to confirm it. He could only ask, "What...do you mean by this?"

"What happened in Linjia Village back then?" Fang Zilan said in a low voice. "I want you to tell me everything Su Yuexi went through and did."

Lin Jian was dumbfounded, but then Fang Zilan solemnly bowed to him and said, "I beg you to tell me everything."

With a "buzz," Lin Jian felt all the blood rush to his head. He instinctively grabbed Fang Zilan's arms and said, "You don't have to do this. I promise you."

He gritted his teeth as he spoke, "I'm willing to do anything to get justice for my dead brothers."

Fang Zilan pursed her lips. "Let me remind you, if the truth is revealed, it will not only affect Su Yuexi, but also... Xiahou Yan." Her voice trembled slightly, but she still uttered that name.

Lin Jian frowned, still trying to figure out the key point, when Fang Zilan spoke again: "General Xiahou Yunzhao is very likely to come for Xiahou Yan. At that time, no matter which side you fall into, you will not get away with it."

"You're reminding me of all this at this time..." Lin Jian's expression was ambiguous. "Do you want me to tell you everything, or do you not want me to?"

“It takes courage to tell the truth. Especially since it’s such a big case with far-reaching implications.” Fang Zilan straightened up. “I don’t want you to regret it later and cause unnecessary trouble.”

“If it weren’t for you, I would have died during the Southeast Plague that year.” Lin Jian breathed a sigh of relief. “Having lived a few more years, it’s time to pay back.”

Fang Zilan didn't speak, but turned and left the post station with her sword, heading straight for the government office. Lin Jian quickly followed, and by the time they arrived, the court session had already begun.

Su Yun sat upright in the hall and saw Fang Zilan from afar. He suddenly stopped halfway through his sentence. Zhuge Yu, who was next to him, changed his expression almost imperceptibly, and Pei Xiaozhe, who was listening in, also frowned. The atmosphere in the hall became very subtle for a moment.

Standing below the court as a witness, A-Wan was bewildered. She turned her head and looked over, and the moment she saw Fang Zilan, she was so shocked that she couldn't speak. How could she...?

"Fang Zilan, the third young lady of the Fang family, is here to observe the proceedings." Fang Zilan casually handed her sword to a yamen runner beside her, and as she walked past him, she said softly, "You still came after all."

Hong Tai, disguised as a yamen runner, silently took the sword, his face expressionless, seemingly observing and waiting for an opportunity to act.

The onlookers outside the hall were buzzing with discussion. Cheng Zhiyan, who was sitting in the hall, couldn't sit still any longer and stood up, saying, "Lady of the Heir Apparent, you..."

"My cousin Fang Lihui is also involved in this case," Fang Zilan said righteously. "There must be someone from the Fang family here."

Her words rendered Cheng Zhiyan speechless, and Lin Jian, who had come along, seized the opportunity to step forward, "I am Lin Jian, a witness in this case..."

"How can such insolence be tolerated in the courtroom?" Cheng Zhiyan was about to explode when he heard Zhuge Yu say, "Lin Jian, Lord Su has not yet summoned you to court."

His implication was that Lin Jian was indeed a witness in the case, but it was not yet time for him to testify.

Cheng Zhiyan's expression stiffened. He flicked his sleeve and sat back down, but before he could even settle in, Su Yun called on him, "Lord Cheng, according to the notary's testimony of the former Yue Kingdom, you had dealings with Mr. Zuo of Miluo..." "Lord Su, are you going to interrogate me?" Cheng Zhiyan did not stand up, but merely looked up at Su Yun, "In terms of official rank, Lord Su is not qualified..."

He was interrupted halfway through his sentence by someone loudly asking, "Am I qualified to judge Lord Cheng?"

On the morning of the birthday banquet, Fang Zilan was in Murong Qing's room checking on his condition when a servant came to tell her that Li Qiyou and Zhuge Yu were asking if she wanted to go to the birthday banquet with them.

Fang Zilan's attention was entirely focused on Murong Qing, who was coughing while taking his medicine. She didn't even lift her eyelids and remained silent for a long time.

Finally, just as the attendant thought Fang Zilan wouldn't say anything and was about to give a perfunctory reply before returning to report, he heard her voice, "Please tell the Prince and Lord Zhuge that I will definitely not miss the appointed time."

Her words were quite meaningful. Upon hearing this, Murong Qing's hand, which was holding the medicine bowl, froze in mid-air. Even after the servant left, she remained motionless in that position.

"Your Highness, haven't your arms gotten sore from carrying that bowl for so long?" Fang Zilan chuckled. Murong Qing casually placed the medicine bowl on the small table beside the couch. "What are you doing at Fu Congnan's birthday banquet?"

"What could I possibly do at the birthday banquet?" Fang Zilan leisurely reached out and tucked the quilt around Murong Qing. "Of course, I'd offer my birthday wishes."

“Alright.” Murong Qing stared intently at the composed person before her. “Then I will go with you.”

Fang Zilan remained expressionless. "If the young master wants to get involved in this mess, then so be it."

She spoke so casually, which only made Murong Qing suspicious. "Aren't you going to stop me?"

"Why should I stop them?" Fang Zilan raised an eyebrow. "I'm already in dire straits, barely able to save myself, how can I possibly care about the lives of others?"

"Am I just someone else in your heart?" Fang Zilan noticed the probing look in Murong Qing's eyes and smiled, "What, just because I saved the young master, does that mean I'll save you a few more times?"

She didn't answer directly, and Murong Qing didn't press her for an answer. Instead, he went along with her words and said, "I don't want you to save me, but I want to repay what I owe you, however much I can."

A playful look appeared on Fang Zilan's face. "How does Your Highness know that you can repay what you owe me at Fu Congnan's birthday banquet?"

"I don't know," Murong Qing said calmly, "but I know this is an opportunity."

"Your Highness is still recovering from a serious illness and should not overexert yourself." Fang Zilan took the medicine bowl and placed it back in Murong Qing's hands. "Don't push yourself. After all, opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared."

Her implication was clear: if Murong Qing continued to pester her to go along, it would seem as if she had already made preparations. However, he did not shy away from it, saying, "Since you've put it that way, then I'll make preparations as soon as possible."

Fang Zilan's expression hardened, she stood up and left on her own.

Awan, who was hiding outside the door, heard the entire conversation between the two. When Fang Zilan came out, she couldn't help but lean in and ask, "Do you think this young master really knows something?"

Fang Zilan said helplessly, somewhat annoyed, "It would be strange if he didn't know anything."